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16/04/2026

20/02/2026

15/01/2026

Preorder up on the website.

14/01/2026

First Press Album Club is a new thing we’re starting. We’ve basically made a wee monthly cheat code for hearing new music without living on the internet.

First Press Album Club is our monthly vinyl subscription for people who want new music without doing the full time job of keeping up with it.

No bots, no algorithms, no vague “because you liked one song in 2017” nonsense. It’s just us in the shop picking one brand new release (or new reissue) a month from a lane you actually care about, and making sure it’s worth your money and your shelf space.

You choose your lane, we do the digging. Join and you’re in the gang.

A proper monthly treat that turns up like a wee surprise that you actually asked for. You’ll try stuff you would never have clicked on, and you’ll end up smug about it.

Every month you get
One brand new release (or reissue), picked by us. A genre lane you can switch if your head changes. No “we had too many in the back” catalogue clear out picks. Your copy held for you in the shop, or sent to your door. 10% off in shop any time you visit, because you’re in the club.

Album Club T-shirt
Stick with it for three months and you unlock the official Album Club T-shirt. Not for sale, only for members, it’s your wee badge that says you backed the cause and you actually listen to albums.

How it works
Pickup option is £25 per month. Postage option is £30 per month. Join or switch by the 20th of the month. Pickups start the first weekend of the month. Pause, skip or cancel before the 20th.

Small print that is actually useful
UK postage only for now. We’re doing this properly, so spaces are limited. If you’re the kind of person who says “I meant to buy that” a lot, this is how you stop doing that.

Drop us a line at [email protected] to get involved or send us a message on socials.

Big thanks to for the artwork, and for egging me on to actually do this instead of just talking about it forever.

22/12/2025

24/11/2025

Alright there, it is nearly time for the annual Black Friday vinyl Olympics and judging by the early messages some of you have been carbo loading for this. The RSD stock has started to land and somehow we have ended up with about 99% of what we asked for which is unheard of. So if you requested something there is a very strong chance it is already sitting here giving off main character energy waiting for you.

Couple of ground rules before the madness begins. No holds at all. None. Zero. If your mate texts and asks you to keep them the new ABBA seven inch you can tell them we said away on. One RSD item per customer as well. We are not letting anyone recreate Supermarket Sweep with limited editions. Keeps it tidy keeps it fair keeps us all from going home with a headache.

We are open from half eight to half four on Friday 27th. You can also nab fifteen percent off absolutely everything else in the shop that is not an RSD title. So if you have been side eyeing something all year this is the moment where you dramatically swoop in and claim it.

And for the newcomers here is the important bit. We also serve genuinely elite coffee and buns thanks to - people come in for a record and leave talking about a cinnamon bun like they had a religious awakening. Happens every single weekend.

Thanks for making this year better than the last. You lot are the reason the shop stays open and the reason we drink so much coffee. See you Friday morning bright and early. Bring good vibes and remember bribing the queue with pastries is not required but absolutely encouraged.

15/10/2025

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21/08/2025

New Music Friday and it’s one of those weeks where the pile is dangerously high.

Miles Davis - Miles ‘55: The Prestige Recordings
Prime-era Miles, razor sharp hard bop that belongs in every jazz shelf.

Nine Inch Nails - As Alive As You Need Me To Be
Trent goes full grid mode for Tron: Ares. Daft Punk, but evil.

Royel Otis - Hickey
Jangly indie pop with hooks stickier than Fanta.

Smashing Pumpkins - Machina / The Machines of God (25th Anniversary Edition)
Corgan in prophet mode, dramatic and heavy.

The Maccabees - Given To The Wild / Colour It In
Debut jitters and widescreen ambition, two milestones back on wax.

Tyler, The Creator - Cherry Bomb (10th Anniversary Editions)
Two variants: chaos or mask cover. Both gloriously messy.

Wolf Alice - The Clearing
Shoegaze haze, big riffs, Ellie levelling the room. On bone vinyl.

Deftones - Private Music
The new one. Heavy, cinematic, dreamy and crushing all at once. Like White Pony wandering into Diamond Eyes after one too many. Classic Deftones mood swings.

Various - Une Voix M’appelle: Voix De L’Orient 67-84 Vol.1
Lebanese deep dive: psychedelic dabke, disco-funk and cosmic jazz.

Minus The Bear - Menos el Oso (20th Anniversary Deluxe Edition)
Math-rock grooves you can dance to.

Adrian Sherwood - The Collapse Of Everything
On-U dub wizard still melting speakers.

Ami Taf Ra - The Prophet and The Madman
Brainfeeder trip: spiritual jazz meets cosmic electronics.

James Yorkston and Friends - Songs for Nina and Johanna
Yorkston with Nina Persson & Johanna Söderberg. Tender and affirming.

Kid Koala - Carpal Tunnel Syndrome (25th Anniversary Edition)
Turntable chaos, jazz samples and comic mayhem.

Mac DeMarco - Guitar
Twelve new tracks, home-recorded Mac honesty.

Pendulum - Inertia
First album in 15 years. Drum & bass meets metal and rave.

Black Honey - Soak
Indie choruses, glam edges, hooks for days.

09/08/2025

New In: all killer, no filler, loads of genres fighting in a bag

Jazz that swings so hard it might knock your pint over.
Soul that could charm the change out of your pocket.
Folk that will quietly ruin your day in the best way.
Punk that sounds like it hasn’t eaten in three days.
Hardcore that’s had three coffees and a bad morning.

Glam rock strutting like it’s late for its own afterparty.
Soft rock smoother than your da’s best chat-up lines.
Synth pop so elegant it irons its own shirts.
Indie that will make you stare out the window like you’re in a music video.
Arena rock built for air guitar in the kitchen.

Psych jams that start loose and end up somewhere in another postcode.
Doom riffs so heavy the stylus might complain.
Post punk with a glare that says “don’t talk to me.”
Garage rock that probably smells faintly of petrol.
Industrial noise that could scare the postman.

Plenty of slow burners, a few fast talkers, and at least one compilation to start a family argument about “what’s their best song.”